Without pedigree
Sígueme en https://telegram.me/cronicasdeunainquilina Translated by Marvin Najarro I grew up among the mud, dusty places and rusty sheets. My childhood was a broken and incredibly beautiful poem. I grew up in the heart of a marginalized neighborhood which had a love affair with the village and the grassland. I roamed ravines and climbed fruit trees, ran between rows of cornfields and vegetables and also walked in the long boulevard of my great love, so many dawns.